The Psalms of David ‎#XLVIa

XLVIa. The Church's Safety and Triumph among national Desertions

1 God is the refuge of his saints,
When storms of sharp distress invade;
E'er we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While ev'ry nation, ev'ery shore,
Tremble and dreads the swelling tide.

4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow,
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love and joy, still gliding thro'
And wat’ring our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream thine holy word,
That all our raging fears controuls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Sion enjoys her monarch’s love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r.

Text Information

• First Line: God is the refuge of his saints
• Title: The Church's Safety and Triumph among national Desertions
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 46
• Notes: Public Domain.

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